Static Radios and Broken Lights

15: Demons and a Wedding (Sort Of)

WARNING: This chapter contains minor gore, violence and sexual scenes. Please use discretion when reading.

About three months passed since Cas proposed.

After he proposed at the beach, we took a few more days to relax together. Sam finished one of his books and went back to reading some lore. We decided to go home, feeling tired of the sand getting everywhere in the cabin and on our stuff.

Before we could even breathe a word about wedding planning, Sam and I were dragged to Sioux Falls by Jodi Mills to help stop a particularly nasty pair of ghouls. Cas decided to stay behind, partly to hold down the fort and help give us information if we needed it, and partly because he really wanted to start to plan our wedding.

He gave Sam a brief hug, patting his shoulder, then turned to me. He gave me a long hug, "Please come back safe," he said against my neck, his chin bobbing on my shoulder. I hugged him back tightly, feeling a fear tighten in my chest. He turned to kiss me, and pulled away, glaring intently into my eyes. "If you need anything call me, and I'll be there."

I chuckled and kissed him once more. "I'll be fine," I promised. "I love you."

Sam groaned quietly and I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I cleared my throat and pulled my bag onto my shoulder. Cas sighed and hugged me one more time. He pulled away, and he looked at the floor. "Go," He glanced at the door, then at me. "Before I change my mind."

I felt my chest tighten further, and I wanted to stay. But I nodded quickly and turned away. I walked out the door, glancing back at him one more time, realizing that it only made me want to stay more. I followed Sam out the door to Baby.

We got in and he glanced at me. "You--"

"I'm alright," I interrupted. "So don't ask." I tightened my hand around the steering wheel, feeling my ring digging into my skin.

"Alright, fine," he threw his hands up in defeat. "I'm gonna listen to a podcast, then."

He put headphones on and I rolled my eyes, trying to be playful but ultimately feeling annoyed. He pulled a journal from his inside jacket pocket and started writing. I didn't look over his shoulder to see, but I didn't need to. It didn't matter really, it wasn't my journal.

I sighed and turned my eyes back to the road. My thoughts drifted to Cas — surprise, surprise.

The hunting trip went over pretty well. Decently well. It was fine.

We went to the ghouls' hideout, an alcove buried in the center of a cemetery, and drew them out. I killed one of them, using my machete to chop off its head, and the other hit Sam really hard over the head with a god damn rock before fleeing. I was going to go after it, but Sam was bleeding kind of bad.

I dragged him out and searched for Baby or a car or anything. My vision blurred slightly with tears. I worried he was dead, and tried desperately to wake him up. "Sam!" I shook him. "Sam, come on." His eyes opened slowly and they found mine sluggishly.

He sat up slowly and held his head. "Ow," He grumbled. He looked at me, then his hand. "What happened? Did we find the ghouls?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, we got one," I smiled at him, touching his shoulder tightly. "The other got away after he hit you."

"Oh, I -- I don't remember that," He said, looking at his bloody fingers. "What are we gonna do now?"

"Jodi went to a different cemetery," I looked around and stood, giving him a hand. "We should go check on her. Or go back to her place."

He nodded and I pulled him up to his feet. He held his head again, and grabbed my elbow to lead him. "Ah, my head hurts," He grumbled.

"You're gonna be okay," I glanced at him, helping him into the car. "Just don't fall asleep alright? You're okay, Sammy."